The Fire I Didn't Set.
This morning—like too many mornings before it—I found myself sitting in the thick silence of my own thoughts, struggling with forgiveness. I have tried. God knows I’ve tried. I’ve worked hard. I’ve loved hard. I’ve done my best to live right, to pray right, to walk the narrow path with as much grace as I could carry. And yet, it seems, the closer people get to me, the more something in them shifts. A jealousy creeps in—quiet at first, then louder, darker—until it becomes a force that feels almost murderous.
